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The younger members of the Mu family and their subordinates didn’t dare say anything.

They could only stand there and watch the development of the situation.

Leng Yu lay on the ground, unable to hold back any longer.

With a cry, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

The corner of Mu Haoguo’s mouth twitched; Mu Xiaojiu was truly angry this time, striking so hard.

If things continue like this, it’s not a good solution. If these two really make a big deal of it, it’ll definitely involve them too.

Thinking of this, Mu Haoguo finally stood up.

He laughed and tried to mediate between Mu Xuri and Mu Xiaojiu.

“Kids throwing tantrums, getting into fights occasionally, it’s quite normal.”

“You two, why make yourselves unhappy over such small matters?”

“Shouldn’t you act like elders, right?”

Seeing that nobody paid attention to him, Mu Haoguo smiled awkwardly.

No one around Mu Xuri could persuade him, but there was someone near Mu Xiaojiu who could say something.

He walked toward Baili Xia, smiling insincerely, “Xiaxia, you see, today is Wen Yu’s funeral.”

“Quick, persuade them not to dwell on such small matters, making her restless in her grave.”

Baili Xia glanced at him, understanding his intention.

“It’s not that I don’t want to persuade, but some people clearly want to falsely accuse me.”

Mu Haoguo raised an eyebrow and asked, “How did they falsely accuse you? Tell me about it.”

Baili Xia glanced at Ning Anran, whose face was visibly more panicked.

“Why did I hit you yesterday? Why don’t you dare to say it?”

Ning Anran explained nervously, “There’s no other reason, it’s just because you couldn’t stand me and wanted to vent.”

Baili Xia laughed disdainfully.

“Ridiculous, with your looks, what’s there for me to vent? Being so ugly, if I wanted to vent, it wouldn’t be on you.”

Someone with a lack of discernment couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

Mu Ziqing immediately pulled the clueless Mu Ziying and glared at her fiercely as a warning.

Now, it was all about their influential figures, and this person dared to laugh.

If Third Uncle couldn’t benefit from Baili Xia, what if he took it out on them?

They weren’t like Xiaxia, who had Uncle’s protection.

Counting on their father… better forget it!

Mu Ziying dared not act rashly anymore, quickly collecting herself, not daring to laugh again.

Ning Anran was so infuriated her face turned red, almost unable to resist quarreling with Baili Xia.

How was she ugly? She was clearly so pretty, hadn’t she noticed how all those men were utterly captivated by her?

Baili Xia only looked at her coldly, without a hint of warmth in her words.

“If you hadn’t falsely accused me of causing Mrs. Wen’s death, how could I possibly have hit you?”

Other people’s expressions instantly turned serious, a hint of doubt appearing on their faces.

Although they didn’t know whether what Baili Xia said was true, subconsciously they felt she was speaking the truth.

This Ning Anran truly didn’t know what’s good for her, daring to speak such things casually?

Mu Xuri’s face darkened. Originally, he just wanted to teach Baili Xia a lesson, not expecting this to be such a tough nut to crack.

With Mu Xiaojiu protecting her, there was no advantage to be gained.

If everyone probes into Ning Anran’s words, they will inevitably be linked to, why did Wen Yu die after returning from Sihai Residence?

By then, trouble might escalate.

Today is not a good day to stir up trouble. Originally, Wen Yu died suddenly without any examination.

He hastily cremated her body, already feeling a bit guilty.

Starting a dispute again wouldn’t benefit him at all!

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